Mother.
Please disown me.
As much as I am blessed to have you,
I am cursed at the same time too.
Not even a day goes without you blabbering about how bad of a daughter, a sister, a student or a friend I am.
Rather than always invading my privacy and staring down my phone,
Why don't you just simply pierce through my soul?
You agree without hesitation,
That you love my brother more than me,
I don't know if it's because of the age or the gender,
But I know one thing for sure,
That your favorite will never be me.
Yes, you care for me and yes, you do fight
But that's what every mother does, right?
Never wanted to become the bad daughter I am,
But don't blame me ‘cause it was you who told me that relationships were a scam.
Ruined my fucking life,
You cherished the thought of me dying.
I'll never be able to say that to you on your face,
But you're the reason for my grimace.
The day you tore my doting poems for you in childhood,
Was the day you tore our love apart.
From writing poems of my affection for you,
To writing poems of my dismal for you,
I think you were right,
When you said that I have changed.
No longer the bright child,
No more the child who shines,
Just a rotting soul,
Nothing more than a mere foul.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poesiapoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
